Sorry about the 'Seen' 'Saw' thing for who it may concern. That's just how I talk. It's in my accent and if I had to write this whole story is my accent there would be alot of this: "Yes by' " "mudder" " 'dere" 'lard dyin jumpins' 'ere. So I'm trying as hard as I can.

Well 'ere's, lol, chapter 7 for ya! Sorry it too sooo long to post :( But here it is:)

"It's..it's you!" I almost dropped the book but put it flat down on the table. "But in this it say's you're dead." I almost felt afraid. I looked at the date: 1830-1850. This called for some commotion around the library.

"Now, Haven." Mom said to me as I closed the book. "This isn't how it seems." He was dead. How is he my father if died way before probly my great great grandmother was born?

"How is he supose to be my father if you died over 150 years ago?" I said stepping back a little. "Wait, did you lie to me?"

"I'm her, what?" Jesse asked, shocked.

"See? He dosen't even know! mom, you lied to me. You never told me the whole story. I might as well yell 'Hannah! Come and get me now!' because my life is screwed over anyway!" I practicly yelled and then all the books started falling off the shelves.

"What's going on?" Greg ran over almost getting hit by all the books falling-in a domino effect-off of the wooden bookshelves.

"You called her, Haven." Father Dom said flicking through the book quickly. "By accident, too. But you called her. We need to find her picture quickly and get this over with. Light all the candles and insense in a circle as it says. When I find the picture put it in the middle and one person will stand in the middle also reading the incantation. Joined together we will be stronger than Hannah. But in this book it says: The incantation must be read by the one purely mediator, or shifter as it says in the book, or the incantation will not work right and will reverse the effect." We all stood avoiding the books being whipped across the library. I ducked as three flew overhead.

"Who would that be, then?" Jesse asked as the books finally ceased and the thunder got louder. Lightning crashed outside. "Not me, for sure. I am only one because Susannah and Paul went back and got me while I was still alive."

"It wouldn't be me." Father Dominic still flipping through the book and was now in the W's looking for Hannah. "Mediator dosen't run in the family."

"It does for us." Jack pointed out. "Our grandfather was I guess we could-" Then Jack was interupted by the cheer of Father Dominic.

"I found it!" He put his finger down on the picture. "I found Hannah! Now, lets bring all this stuff out to the lobby, and be careful. Hannah could be anywhere."


We set up the candles and insence like the book said. We put the in the middle and we all stood out in a circle around it.

"I'll read it." Jack voulenteered being the so-called "whole mediator" stepping into the middle of the circle that was dead centre of the lobby right under the skylight.

"Yes, please." My mom said with her arms crossed tightly. "Only God knows what Paul will try to pull off again. He might bring us back to eighteen fifty."

"Hey!" Paul yelled defensive. "I only did that once!" Mom rolled her green eyes unfolding her arms and placing them by her side.

"Here's the incantation." I passed the book to Jack. "Read it carefully."

"Yes. I remember Haven read an incantation wrong one time and she was able to have visions of the future for quite some time. For a week or two. Then it was gone and I read it that time." I let out a small chuckle. "Now, lets get on with this."

Jack read the incantations and a thick black fog supports by the smoke of the insence and candles swirled above the book and Hannah appeard with a grim look on her face. Then a smile.

"Oh, you shouldn't be smiling Hannah." I said to her linked on with my other fellow mediators. "Because when that fog sucks you right up you're going to be real sorry."

Hannah laughed an almost evil laugh. "Oh, silly silly girl. You got it all wrong." We didn't know what she was talking about until the candles blew out and we remained in complete darness. Until lightning flashed and cleared some clouds. Only moonlight shone through and I seen faces. Ghostly faces or people that I did not reconize.

"W-what's going on?" I asked looking around at everyone. "Who are they?"

"Oh, great." I heard my mom groan with a heavy sigh. "Weren't we already through this?"

"Hello Maria." Father Dominic said looking at a ghost with long black hair and a dress that I myself woul not be able to breathe in. He didn't sound very happy either. Father Dominic, I mean.

"Who-who's Maria?" I was dumb-founded. Stunned by the three ghosts that stood in front of me.

"Me." The woman said with a Spanish accent. "I'm Maria de Silva."

"Oh, Christ. Maria, what is your problem? Couldnt've you just stayed put?" My mom sounded annoyed.

"This is going to be fun." I heard Paul say from beside me in a interested voice.

"So, who owns the girl?" This tall guy who was also dressed in nineteenth centuary clothes asked.

"Me." Mom said as her eyes shifted to a another ghost my age who had long blond hair and dressed like she was from this centuary. The twenty-first centuary.

"You know," Maria started to say flipping her long black hair and walking toward me, "she looks familar, doesen't she?" Maria put a cold hand on my face and I shook her away. "Diego." Oh, so thats his name. "Doesn't she look like someone we know?" Diego walked my way. I just stood blankly.

"Who cares who the hell she looks like!" The blond girl, who was also a ghost, flips her hair and says. "In my opinion, if she's anything like her mother, she's a bitch." My mouth dropped. "Yeah, I remember you, Suze. Don't remember me, do ya? Heather."

"How could I forget?" My mom looked bored.

"What the hell?" Paul asked as we all stood in silence. Greg didn't know wha was going on more than I did and Jesse looked mad. Father Dominic had slipped off to the library to look somthing up probly knowing that there was going to be violence. Oh, hell. Was there ever! "Why are you back?"

"You guys put the wrong mediator in." Maria looked at her long even nails. "He's," pointing to Jack, "not the one you're looking for."

"Oh, peachy keen." I paced around the candles and insence.

"Then who is?" Greg demanded.

"Not you." Jack said to his nephew. "Your mother isn't a mediator, thank God. The woman is crazy."

"Tell me about it." Paul crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.

"Well neither of my parents were mediators." Mom pointed out.

"And I'm one because they brought me back." Which was a pretty creepy thing to say. I never told that to Jesse, of chorse. It's just not everyday you hear someone say 'Oh yeah, my two friensd brought me back from the dead.'

"Look, we're not here to chit-chat." Heather snapped. "I'm here and I'm here for payback. With or without you losers or not." She turned to Diego and Maria.

"I think we should start with the girl." Maria placed her hands at her side.

"You don't even know me." I said to her. "Why would you have anything against me?"

"Well, hey. You're just the easy target." Then all hell broke loose.


Okay, I decided not to make two seperate chapters but to combine two together so this one will be longer. Read&Review!

Four ghosts, even one of them are a demon, vs. six mediators. It would've been seven if Father Dom hadn't run off to his library to smooth out the problem.

Greg and Jack were rendered unconcious on the floor, Paul and Mom were held by their own will by Heather with some supernatural force that wouldn't let them move and Jesse and I tried to reason with them. If that was ever going to work. Oh well, their going to hell anyway.

"Hannah, why did you commit suicide?" I asked her only asking simple questions that wouldn't get me killed.

"I didn't commit suicide." She told me. I could see the rage building up in her in the darkness of the Mission's lobby. "He did it to me." Somthing flashed in her eyes unhuman. Unghostly. Unreal. Whoever he was was a mystery.

"Who, who killed you Hannah?" I asked her standing in front of the breezeway.

"He went and cheated on me with that...with that girl!" She raged on. Her eyes turning a burning red. "And I showed him. Oh, did I ever! He's going to regret that her ever layed eyes on that girl. I shot her! That's right. I shot that girl right in front of him!" What is she talking about? "Then I shot myself!" Oh, murder-suicide. "Right in front of his naked eye." She killed herself for a guy? What ever happened to talking? Or if that dosen't work a fair ex-girlfriend/ex-boyfriend fist fight?

"We can help you Hannah. We really can." I thought I was making a difference. I really really did. Her eyes filled up with sorrow and then Heather opened up her stupid mouth.

"That's what her mother told me. 'I can help you, Heather. I can help you get your old life back.' " Did I mention Heather is absolutely horrible at doing impressions? I didn't? Well, she sucks ducks. "Don't believe her, Hannah."

"No, she really can." Jesse said and then Maria mumbeled somthing in Spanish. "Shut up, Maria." The look on my mothers face, the look on everyone that knew Jesse's face and that was still concious, was priceless. Just another Hallmark moment.

"But, all I have to do is-" And in that mid-second I was flying fifty feet through the air, down the breezeway, to hit, very hard to point out, by a bunch of lockers and fell to the floor.

"Oh, little baby hurt?" Hannah teased standing over me. I hated being called a baby. I'm fifteen-years-old for God sakes. I put my hands to my stomach and ribs and ghasped for air. "I can fix that." Hannah picked me up by the collar of my leather jacket with her bare hands and thrusted me against the lockers again.

"Haven!" Jesse called out but then Hannah kept him there. Motionless like Mom and Paul.

"Oh no you don't, de Silva. Don't come running to your daughter and be the hero." It was hard to breathe and all I could taste was blood.

"What are you talking about?" Jesse had a strain in his voice. He was stuck in one spot and he was trying to save a girl, his daughter but he didn't know that yet, but couldn't. "She's not my daughter. I don't have any children."

"Ah, you're too pathetic to waste any of my energy on." Hannah said and threw me to the floor. My body hit and so did my head. It hit on the concrete floor knocking me out.

"She is your daughter, Jesse." I heard mom say as my eyes were overcome with darkness. "You left, remember?" Then Paul looked my way.

"She's not moving." He said.

"Haven!"


When I awoke I didn't feel any pain. It was like I was numb. I looked down the breezeway and no one was standing there. I got up slowly making sure nothing was broken and walked down to the lobby. There everyone was fighting. Greg and Jack were finally concious but Father Dom was still not there. When I stepped foot into the lobby everyone stopped and stared.

"What? Am I bleeding again?" I asked putting my hand to my head.

"Uh, Haven. I don't think you can." Greg said and I was confused and put my hands on my hips.

"What are you talking about? Of chorse I can beed. I'm a human being, right?" Everyone was still staring and Hannah had a grim look on her face.

"I guess I really did hit hard." She said and smiled.

"Haven, you're dead."